Rachel and I went to a family get-together in Murray and on the way home decided to stop by the Intermountain Medical Center to see if Christopher was working. Sure enough, there was his unmistakable Estoril M3. Within minutes he came bounding out of his office, ending his day at work and looking for us (after noticing our car parked adjacent to his own). We decided to go to the point of the mountain to fly our little kite. It was a blast.